They tell me I could be set free. [OPEN]

[darer]

Who: Thorin and anyone!
Where: Around Union/the library/his workshop etc
When: Early May
What: open catchall log for downtime. training? also music.
Warnings: None so far!

1. Just outside the city.

[ just outside the walls of union, far enough away not to be in plain sight but easy enough to stumble upon, thorin is training. this, here, means that he's brought a sword of his own and is sparring with adlan the doublade across a small clearing. neither of them are holding back much, yet somehow there hasn't been blood so far. how long he can keep this up is another question...

a shuppet hovers nearby, observing the two. possibly also standing (?) guard?
this isn't the kind of sparring that versus tends to condone, after all. ]


2. At the library.

[ on a quieter day, a better day, really, thorin can often be found at the roar of time library. he's most commonly buried in history books, accumulating as much knowledge as he can. of course there is only so much to be learned, with all the things that have been lost.

it might be rude to interrupt? you could always wait until he's looking for something else. ]


3. Home.

[ it's not every night that thorin brings out his harp. but tonight is one such, and he's brought the leather case downstairs to the living room. there's little of its initially golden coat of paint left, but it's well-cared for, and the instrument takes little time to tune.

he plays for himself, or for his pokémon that quickly settle next to him, and certainly won't mind more human company either. ]


4. Elsewhere?

[ find him at his workshop? run into him on the street? anything else you'd like to do? go for it! ]

Comments

[betterthanwu]

[The depths of the mines had been very difficult. Plenty of the pokemon Kuvira had found down there had been stronger than her, at least when she'd started. After three days she'd left the mountains visibly taller, stronger, different. You could not have three types. She was not Ground-type. Maybe she never had been. But she could still feel and manipulate earth as before. And she'd never known her particular Ability. This called for research.

She'd also seen a bipedal pokemon a little like her Breloom, with a much heavier head, though there had only been a few and they'd kept their distance. They were worth looking up.

Her Spearow, Kunti, is the cleverest and least absurd of her team, and she helps or 'helps', fetching books and ferrying them across the library in her talons. Being pretty much a runt her wings whir loudly and she dips rather low while carrying some volumes, which are not always relevant. At all.]

[darer]

[A Spearow's impact is nothing to scoff at - if it's intentional, and downward, and with a little more momentum than that of this small bird carrying an overly heavy book. So when Kunti bumps into Thorin's shoulder, it isn't something that will leave a mark.

With a questioning glance, he picks up the dropped book, examining it for talon marks before ever looking at the title.]

... Geology?

[Looks at the Spearow.]

Where to with this?

[He can help her deliver it at least. She looks a little winded, carrying such a heavy volume.]

[betterthanwu]

[After whapping into him Kunti lands on the table, pants to get some breath back, and produces a series of chirps and keks and wiggling her wings like a begging fledgling by way of protesting that she had not meant to do that and is completely harmless. She's very convincing; persuasion is how an undersized bird without a flock has survived for all her life.

The effort may have been wasted here. Oh well, Kunti's not going to reject help freely offered. She tilts her plumed head and makes a sweet liquid noise, then starts leading him across the library, perching on chair backs and shelves to wait. It's not that far.

Kuvira's claimed a bench with an end table besides it, where she sits with the unease of someone who hasn't finished renegotiating her relationship with furniture. She is not used to sitting and having her knees slant up rather than down. And she's had to replace her wardrobe in a hurry with something cheap and not well fitting, lumpy here and there with the metal underneath. Her hair is the same, and in the same long braid, but seems shorter than it was. As Kunti lands on her shoulder with a triumphant flourish, she blinks and closes the current volume on her finger.]

It's not another- ah. Hello, Major. [Of course she stands up, not having lost the reflex to come to attention. Up, and up. She blinks again, but doesn't change her expression.]

[darer]

[Thorin follows Kunti, heavy volume in hand. He makes note of Kuvira before it's entirely clear that she's the very one the small Spearow belongs with. Even sitting down and with her nose in a book, something about her seems different. So when she rises - and rises to end up at eyelevel with him - the only thing he can think of is that she must have evolved. His surprise is only barely visible.]

Lieutenant. Old habits die hard, I see.

[He offers her the book.]

Your Spearow had some trouble carrying this.